Dead.

I am dead.

I don't remember anything. Again

Haa….the person who couldn't forget anything has forgotten about his own death's cause. Or maybe, he didn't want to remember it.

『 LSH scoffed.

"You punk. How come you remember everything you want to but forget anything you don't want to as if you never read it?" 』

Yes, he forgets anything and everything he does not wish to remember.

‘Strange….why ….why is that bastard GoD silent…. aren't I in his realm….?’

Cale who had his eyes closed finally opened them.

"Ah.."

Cale let out a sigh.

"I'm….not in his realm."

Cale was not in death's realm. He was still in the mortal realm where every mortal lives.

Earth.

He was on earth- no not his earth with Koreans, but the fantasy earth where he lived his life as Cale multiple times.

Cale looked at his body.

Transparent.

His hands and legs and everything were transparent. Cale was familiar with this situation.

The god's test.

The test where he became a ghost and did not exist in the world.

“A ghost…I'm a ghost.”

He looked around.

Nothing.

No one.

He saw not a single familiar face.

He began to run.

And run…

And run, for miles on end.

Still nothing.

Still no one.

He ran again without a rest but he still couldn't find anything nor anyone.

He ran, until he tripped over something- no, someone….A body.

"Who.."

Ah.

It's a dead body.

"Whose body is this..?"

He thought his hands could go through the body since he was a ghost but he tripped over it just now.

Meaning…

He can touch it. The body. He can touch it without passing through it.

He turned the body over in curiosity, just to fall down his ass in shock.

Ahh…

It was his…

‘His’ body.

No, it was the body of the Cale from this world.

And this Cale was dead.

Cale looked at the body in disgust. He couldn't help it. The body's condition was horrible.

The face was beyond recognition but Cale knew it was 'him'.

Marks were all over its skin. Whip scars, poison, acid and so much more…..

Ah….

It seems that this Cale suffered greatly…

"They used him and threw him away when they were done." Cale mumbled, still staring at the body.

He sighed in fatigue, and spoke with a voice full of pity.

"You poor thing."

He did not consider this body as his own. He couldn't do it. This one had suffered more than him.

Cale then realized where he was, the desert.

He was in the desert.

Cale looked around once again thinking he wouldn't find anything, but to his surprise he found a well.

A well in this desert?

How queer.

Cale then heard a sound and looked to the source and saw a young girl coming towards him.

As much as Cale wanted people to find this poor body, he couldn't just let a young child find this miserable yet scary corpse.

Sighing once more, he heaved it up  and threw it inside the dry well.

He felt guilty but that child….

She looked too much like someone he knew.

A young girl with beautiful silver hair. So beautiful and precious that it'd make him keep her only for himself and never let her marry anyone.

His lovely adopted daughter.

But..

Cale didn't remember her name.

He couldn't remember it.

But, he still couldn't let that girl see the ‘Cale’s’ corpse.

…..

The girl approached “Cale”.

He didn't know whether the girl was looking at him or the sky.

“The sky is so beautiful,” the girl muttered.

Her long hair fluttered from the wind, making the atmosphere very serene.
She then continued,

“I wish…they were here with me. I wish…”

A tear dropped from her eyes as she slowly disappeared in the fog, leaving the following words;

“I wish my father was with me”.

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..
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.

Cale finally remembered. The girl.

She was indeed his daughter, On. The realization hit him like thunder. He began to run towards the fog.

Desperate.

Anguished.

He ran and ran, but it was all in vain. She couldn't hear him nor see him.

“I'm right here!”

He screamed out at the top of his lungs, but still no luck.

“Haa …haa….”

Cale huffed. He was out of breath.

“Aren't I a ghost-? Why…”

He felt dizzy. Very dizzy.

“...why am I out of air..?”

He wondered, panicking as he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Shwik!

A cold hand suddenly held his neck from behind but he didn't see who as he fainted.

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.
.

“GAH!”

Cale gasped for air and his heart was beating wildly.

“Ha.. ha.a.. ha…”

He attempted to clench his heart but he couldn't. His hands were tied.

Wait..

He was tied…

It means… that he was no longer a ghost. He immediately looked down to see his body, but what he saw made him feel sick to the stomach.

“Ahh…ugh….heuk-”

He was inside a doll made out of the dead Cale's flesh. The rotten dead body’s flesh felt icky.

He then started to feel pain. The pain that this Cale felt when he was alive. It was all coming back.

The pain, the memories.

Everything was coming back.

He felt like vomiting his guts out.

“Ugh..”

The man who was sitting in the shadows stood up.

“My gorgeous doll, you're finally awake?”

It was White Star- no it was the White Star of this world, not his.

“Ggh.. Bastard.. What- what did you do..”

The White Star tilted his head, and said,

“What did I do? Hmm…Nothing. I just made you a doll. A gorgeous , beautiful living doll ”
WS had a ugly psychotic smile on his face which made Cale even more irritated.

Cale didn't know what to say in response. His brain was still overloaded from the past memories.

He felt like crying.

The emotionless Cale– no… The emotionless bastard Kim Rok Soo felt like crying. He couldn't take it anymore. He was already dead …

Why.. Why did he need to suffer again..? Why could this bastard see him, touch him, and capture him but his daughter couldn't even hear him?

Why? Why does he need to suffer so much?

WhywhywHywhywhywhywhyWhywhywhy??????

Cale was visibly shaking.

Anger, sadness, regret, despair. All these emotions were swallowing him up.

WS chuckled, “My, my~ Doll, don't get so angry as I will be releasing you.”

What? Release me? Is he playing with me right now?

Cale looked at WS with eyes full of hate. WS gently caressed Cale’s face before putting him to sleep.

…….

“You are so mean, God of despair.” ¿WS? muttered as he put Cale back in the desert. He then disappeared, leaving him behind.

…….

GASP!

Cale finally woke up.

He immediately looked towards his body, hoping with all his heart that everything was a dream. But as if the world was mocking him,  it was not. He was indeed inside Cale’s body, no, he was inside the doll made out of the dead Cale’s flesh.

Once again, he was disgusted but he’s now visible so does that mean he can meet his family?

“But…why? Why did the ‘White Star’ let me go…..” he mumbled.

Was… Was that man perhaps not him?

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Hooo...took me a while to post this- lol
Cya guys later~!